Finally, somewhat, at peace. 22.

 When I think about the things that bring me peace, they are often different from the things that bring me happiness. When I am by myself, the activities I do almost daily set a peaceful tone that I don't receive from things that make me happy. I love cooking a meal for myself and cleaning up afterwards; seeing how I can make a place feel like home by nourishing this beautiful physical form that I have been gifted. Going on walks by myself with any song of my choosing blasting in my ears, too loudly to say the least. Feeling my existence by minimizing my actions and paying extra close attention to the way my body moves when I am not moving. When goosebumps form on my skin from listening to music, cold temperature on my skin, finishing a good book, being fearful of too many things, and so many more that leave different tingling sensations across my skin that result in the same reaction. I have gone through waves my entire life of loving and disliking my own company. It is the only thing that truly brings me peace now. As I have hit 22, life is not as important as I once thought and my own free will is something that is underrated in my own mind. Others may bring me happiness but only I can bring myself peace. It has taken me my entire life up until this point to realize this. I am grateful for the underrated thoughts in my own mind sometimes.